Saturday, June 25, 2005

Back Porch Musings

I sat on the porch the other morning, somewhere around 2am, and the moon hung low, brushing the tree tops like a lap cat against my ankles, and I thought, "This is the moment." In that singular moment, the world, and I within it, was at peace. The worries that reside in my pocket slipped through the seams and seeped out with the call of a mockingbird somewhere in the distance, and traveled silent, into the universe. The light and shadows played between the blossoms in the garden and the cicadas brought the woods to life with their song, and I couldn't, for one tiny moment, find anything to complain about. I just sat, admiring the way the moonlight through the petals of the lilies made them seem to glow, and how the breeze made me feel like a lily.

5 comments:

  1. this is beautiful, E, now turn it into a poem...

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  2. And this is the reason, among others, that I am dying to move. I need a back porch so that maybe I can experience something so lovely and peaceful.

    Beautifully written, E, and it makes me happy to think of you completely at peace.

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  3. This is really awesome, I'm glad you captured that moment to look back on in those less peacefull times. :)

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  4. Lovely, E! I have had a few of those moments myself. You captured it beautifully! I'm glad you experienced that - you deserve it!

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  5. This is almost a poem- hope you'll write it if the muse beckons...

    Ginger

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